I have a collection of
broken clocks
like me
they are right
twice a day
I love my bag
of stuffed animals
plush, so don't worry
but
they are suffocating
in a clear plastic bag
where I can watch
them not suffer
like or unlike
me
Sometimes
my only companions
are the dust mites
that
cover my stuff
But their softening
patina
reflects my mellowing
mood
in between bouts
of internal arguments
{for etouffee}